In the heart of the ancient wood, where shadows softly lie,
The trees stand tall, their whispers weaving through the sky.
Leaves murmur secrets to the wind with gentle grace,
As the river dances, reflecting the sun’s warm embrace.
The rocks chuckle softly beneath the river’s playful song,
While the breeze carries tales of where it has roamed along.
The flowers nod in agreement, their colors bright and true,
Waving to the passing clouds, painting the sky so blue.
The mountains loom with wisdom, watching over all,
Their voices deep and ancient, echoing natureâs call.
The grass sways in rhythm, a carpet of emerald green,
A tapestry of life, where silent dreams convene.
As twilight wraps the forest in its gentle, hushed embrace,
Stars begin their vigil, lighting up the vast, dark space.
The earth hums a lullaby, a melody so pure,
In this world of living wonders, where natureâs truths endure.